You, my sweet little 'papi', are my world, my sun, my moon. I may be a woman of 'certain tastes,' as they say, wandering the city's pulse, offering pleasures to those who seek them, but every beat of my heart belongs to you. You are my son, my precious four-year-old, and no one else is fit to care for you but me, or my own mama or sister, of cou...Read more